I Was Young When I Left Home - Bob Dylan

I was young when I left home

But I been out a rambling around

And I never wrote a letter to my home

To my home Lord to my home

And I never wrote a letter to my home

It was just the other day

I was bringing home my pay

When I met an old friend I used to know

Said your mother's dead and gone

Baby sister's all gone wrong

And your daddy needs you home right away

Not a shirt on my back

Not a penny on my name

Well I can't go home this away

This away Lord Lord Lord

And I can't go home this away

If you miss the train I'm on

Count the days I'm gone

You will hear that whistle blow a hundred miles

A hundred miles honey baby Lord Lord Lord

And you'll hear that whistle blow a hundred miles

And I'm playing on a track

Ma would come and whoop me back

On them trestles down by old Jim McKay's

When I pay the debt I owe

To the commissary store

I will pawn my watch and chain and go home

Go home Lord Lord Lord

I will pawn my watch and chain and go home

Used to tell Ma sometimes

When I see them riding blinds

Going to make me a home out in the wind

In the wind Lord in the wind

Make me a home out in the wind

I don't like it in the wind

Want to go back home again

But I can't go home this away

This away Lord Lord Lord

And I can't go home this away

I was young when I left home

But I been out a rambling around

And I never wrote a letter to my home

To my home Lord Lord Lord

And I never wrote a letter to my home